One Thousand One Nights

Lyrics for One Thousand One Nights

Met her through a personal ad Back of the Times-Picayune This is '81/'82 I was nervous tongue tied She played it cool Eyes the size of Olympic pools Still waters, simple jewels Conversation wanders, I took my cues Sipped wine with imagined sophistication Stormed the castle Swam the moat A moment's hesitation Then took the pussy like a slave revolt Yes, I think you may omit the details of the seduction They're never very enlivening, just describe the event itself I left to make a sale She stayed in bed Soon as I returned crooked a finger Spread those legs I gave her head, no need for reciprocal She can't suck dick worth shit The scale is digital Olivia Newton John, urging me to get physical But I ain't have the heart A squirter, floods biblical, the sea parts Post-coital, cherry glows She asks me what I'm thinking I'm wondering what she knows Draw is no joke, start to doze But she gots to have it 40 acres and a mule, I'm outta practice Played myself, Mars Blackmon You asked me what this function was Uh-huh, okay, well Sackcloth and ashes Victory has a thousand fathers Defeat is a bastard, in the group home Oliver Twist flipped his way to the coupe With the roof gone David Copperfield shit, Wuthering Heights She had me working all night, union job I got time and a half Praise be to Allah Ignored the fact that her stories don't add up Like Scheherazade